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Chapter Three
Of course the group chat was insane. By the time they got home and showered, and fucked once more to render the shower pointless, Keeley had blown up their phones with a dozen messages. Roy dropped in a few times to agree with Keeley but also to ask her to give them some time to respond. Rebecca and Ted sat curled together in bed, following the same conversation on their phones as they debriefed the night. Not that there was much to debrief. Rebecca had expected to feel weird, but she didn't. It had been fun, and hot, and just embarrassing enough to push her buttons, but not weird at all.
She set the phone down and looked over at Ted, who was flopped beside her in gray joggers and one of his endless supply of barbecue shirts. “How do you feel about having them over sometime?”
Ted looked up from his phone. “I think it's your call, sweetheart. All of this is your call.”
“But you’d be involved, obviously. You get a say.”
He rubbed his jaw, where the evening's growth of beard darkened his skin. “I'm down for all of it. I'd love to show you off for our friends.”
The comment made her cheeks warm.
“You know Keeley's got more than an abstract interest in topping you,” Ted added.
Rebecca swallowed. “I noticed. It's--it makes sense, thinking about it.”
Ted nodded. “I think my stance for them is look, and talk, and maybe direct, but don't touch. That all right?”
“Yes.” She felt a shiver go through her.
He reached up to rub his thumb over her cheek. “How do you feel about them seeing what a good girl you are? Collar and all?”
Fuck, she hadn't thought about the collar. She knew what the nervous flutter in her stomach meant. “Turned on,” she admitted, giving him a sheepish smile.
“Well then, let's see if they're free next weekend.” Ted's eyes sparkled.
“Not this weekend?” It was only Friday night, after all.
Ted winked at her. “Anticipation makes this a lot more fun.”
She knew he was right. Plus it would give all of them time to think about it with a clear head. “Fine.”
He picked up his phone again. “Guess I'd better try to get in their schedule.”
The following Saturday, Rebecca paced the floor of her living room, all nerves. Well, nerves and anticipation bundled together with a fair dose of horniness. The arousal had been simmering beneath her skin all week, despite the fact that they’d been fucking morning and night and even once in her office before training (breaking their own rules about fooling around at work). It hadn’t helped that Ted had been whispering absolutely filthy things to her whenever he had the opportunity. Even the innocuous mentions in the group chat had her wound up, despite never getting more direct than “Can’t wait ‘til this weekend!” and some questionably sexual emojis.
But Saturday night had arrived, and with it a jumble of emotions. She paced for a few more minutes before Ted finally caught her by the wrist and pulled her down onto his lap. “Easy, there. Gonna wear grooves in this nice carpet.”
She sighed, knowing she was being ridiculous. “I’m not good at waiting.”
“I know.” His eyes twinkled. “You’ve been tellin’ me that since the start. But that’s why it’s so much fun makin’ you wait.” He chucked her gently under the chin, making her smile. “You havin’ second thoughts?”
She shook her head. “Just hate the anticipation.”
“Mmm. Do you?” He raised an eyebrow. “So if I slid my hand down into these knickers, you wouldn’t be soaking wet?”
Rebecca’s mouth fell open, heat flooding her face, and his knowing smile got wider.
“That’s what I thought.”
Then he did it, reaching up under her skirt, slipping two fingers around the seam of her knickers and into her drenched slit. “Oh, darlin’,” he groaned, burying his face in her neck as he delved deeper into her warmth. “You’re soaked. So slick. God, do you know what you do to me?” He fucked both fingers into her, plunging all the way to the hilt, making her hips buck at the sudden pleasure.
“Ted.” It came out like a moan, not a reproach, even though she should be trying to make herself presentable before their guests arrived at any moment and not rocking her hips on his hand.
“You’re killin’ me.” He pulled her face down to his for a kiss, finally sliding his fingers out of her as she whimpered into his mouth. She broke the kiss to suck his fingers instead, wresting a low groan from him. Beneath her hips, his cock twitched. “Really killin’ me,” he amended, and she smiled before pressing a kiss to his fingertips.
“We’ll live, I suppose.” She sighed. “Want a beer?”
Her question was interrupted by the doorbell and a sudden spike of nerves that accompanied it.
Ted winked. “Easy, sweetheart. This is supposed to be fun.”
They let in Roy and Keeley, who had brought a bottle of wine. Keeley was a bundle of smiles, hugging each of them like they were just here for another dinner and not to watch Ted and Rebecca fool around. She wore a short pink skirt and a button-down blouse, and she carried a bag over her shoulder. An overnight bag, perhaps? Roy, dressed in shades of almost-black, was his usual taciturn self. He gave a curt nod to Ted but let Rebecca pull him in for a gentle hug. On impulse, she kissed his cheek, gratified to see him blush and duck his head in a shy smile. Then the smile was gone, and he gave a grunt of acknowledgment as Keeley’s grin broadened. “You old softie,” Keeley said, elbowing him. “Rebecca, babe, can we crack into this wine right away? I’ve been a basket case all afternoon thinking about tonight and I haven’t had a single drink.”
Keeley’s directness broke the tension right away, and Rebecca’s spine softened. “Of course.”
They kept it to a single drink each, except for Ted who only had water, and conversation flowed easily with the events of the week. Normal talk, the kind of talk that relaxed Rebecca into an easy comfort, reminding her that these were her friends and everyone was here to have fun. She'd certainly had fun last weekend, with pleasant memories fueling her fantasies and dirty talk with Ted. Was she worried about tonight? Not really. But the anticipation was delicious.
“Sweetheart.” Ted shifted the conversation with one word, the tone of which made the hair on the back of Rebecca's neck stand on end. She looked to him expectantly, and he gave her a wink. “Go get your collar.”
She didn't look at Roy or Keeley, even forgot for a moment that she and Ted weren't alone. The command in Ted's voice had her on her feet before she made a conscious decision to stand, and that sent a pleasant shiver down her spine. Sometimes she surprised herself.
Rebecca returned with the collar in hand, little zings of nerves running through her with each step, and rejoined Ted on the couch. He raised his eyebrows. “Do you want me to put it on for you?”
She nodded, suddenly shy and excited all at once. This was it, right here, and Roy and Keeley were watching without saying a single word. She swallowed and handed him the collar, then turned her back. Ted swept the hair from her neck and gently, carefully fastened it in place. Its steady weight and pressure sent twin sensations of arousal and eagerness flooding through her, and beneath it all, the steady certainty of trust.
“There we go.” He smoothed her hair back into place. Rebecca turned around once more and settled into her seat again, the collar jingling lightly as she moved.
They were all quiet for a moment. Roy spoke first, surprising her, his voice a low rumble. “It looks good on you.”
“Thank you.” She touched it in reflex, fingers playing across the smooth metal ring, the soft green leather.
Ted beckoned her closer, and she scooted over, closing the space between them. He carefully hooked his finger through the ring on her collar and tugged, and Rebecca gasped in surprise and the shock of arousal. “Look at me.” His voice was calm, and when she met his gaze, it was steady. “You're beautiful. I can't wait to show everyone how good you can be.”
She shivered, head to toe, unable to draw back because of his hold on her collar. Her reaction made him grin. “You like that? Tell me how it makes you feel.”
“Turned on.” Her words were barely louder than a whisper.
“That makes two of us,” Keeley proclaimed loudly from the chair nearby, and Rebecca laughed, the stillness broken but in a way she didn't mind.
Ted released her collar and brushed a thumb over her bottom lip. His eyes were bright. “Go upstairs and wait for me on the bed. I left you something to wear.”
* * *
Ted watched her go, waiting until she was all the way upstairs before turning to his guests. “This all right with y'all?”
Keeley said a quick “of course,” and Roy rolled his eyes. “Christ, you have to ask?” He gestured to his trousers. “I'm hard as fuck and we haven't even seen anything yet. What do you think?”
Keeley squeezed his hand. “It's probably better than watching couples have sex in the woods, yeah?”
“Fuck yeah it is.” Roy adjusted his position. “But you two, you'll tell us if it's too much, right? Us being here?”
“Yesiree Bob.” Ted nodded. “Ain't nothing more important than friendship.”
“Whatever's happening on that bed upstairs feels pretty important right now, too, though.” Keeley looked up at the ceiling. “I keep pinching myself, expecting to wake up.”
Ted understood the feeling. Keeley's continuous enthusiasm was a delight in all of this, and she had an excellent way of breaking the tension. “We trust y’all. Both of us. I’m sure glad you’re willing to be part of this with us tonight.”
“Yeah, yeah, everybody’s thrilled.” Roy pressed a palm to his erection through his slacks, like he had to keep it in check. Ted understood that feeling as well. “Now are we goin’ up there, or are you gonna make us stay down here and talk about our feelings some more?”
“I just wanted to give her a little time, that’s all.” Ted swallowed, and then gulped down some of his water. “And get myself ready, too.”
“Before we go up there,” Keeley said, “one thing we didn’t talk about.”
Ted ran through the past week’s ongoing group chat in his mind, trying to remember what they hadn’t covered. They’d been through everything, he’d thought. “What’d we forget?”
“Well, I’m certainly going to want a good and proper fucking.” She brushed a loose lock of hair back behind her shoulder. “Should Roy and I slip off to the loo after, or the guest room or something? Or can I just hop aboard right in the audience?”
Ted blinked. Not much rendered him speechless, but Keeley had a talent for doing just that. “Well, uh. I’d say if you’re all right being the voyee instead of the voyeur, you and Roy can just do whatever feels right in the moment. Rebecca and me, we don’t mind.”
“You sure she’s cool with that?” Roy lifted his chin toward the ceiling and looked up, referencing the Rebecca who was definitely now waiting for them.
“Positive. We talked about it.” Ted got up and smoothed his slacks. His pulse was knocking against his veins like an old furnace, but once he got started up there, it would all fall into place. He’d come to trust himself more over these months. Tonight, he was gonna make at least one of Rebecca’s fantasies come true, and hopefully they’d all have a great time doing it. “All right, then. Upstairs it is.”
He went into the bedroom first, pausing in the doorway to take in the scene. He had left two lamps on low, enough light to illuminate the space without being overwhelming, and he’d already set up chairs on the side of the bed for their guests. Now, those guests stood just behind him and this entire situation was about to get very real.
Rebecca lay stretched out on the bed wearing the lingerie he’d bought her, looking every inch an invitation to debauchery. He’d fallen in love with this piece in a shop window weeks ago and paid far too much to bring it home, but seeing her wearing it was so much better than he’d imagined. Black silk decorated her body, lengths of scalloped lace stretching down from her shoulders and over her breasts, barely covering those generous curves, then eventually coming together in a delicate line of crystal buttons beginning just below her navel. The lace hem framed her hips, accentuating her long, long legs, the fabric disappearing between them in what he knew would be only thin straps that hid nothing at all. She lay on her back, one knee bent, an arm draped behind her head, looking toward the door with the casual expectancy of a woman who knew she looked beautiful. God, he loved her.
Ted heard Keeley’s intake of breath behind him, then Roy’s soft “fucking hell,” and he entered the room the rest of the way. “Come on in,” he said, talking to them without turning away from Rebecca. “Get comfortable. Have a seat.” He wished he felt as calm as he sounded, but seeing Rebecca like this got him all kinds of dizzy, his desires melding and meshing together until his head spun. That collar around her neck made him feel something wild. He went around the other side of the bed, giving space for Roy and Keeley to sit, and then slipped off his shoes and climbed up to kneel beside her. She looked away from their guests, her head turning to him, and her eyes shone with arousal and excitement.
“How you doin’, sweetheart?” he asked, gently stroking her hair back from her forehead.
“I’m fine.” Her voice was a bit breathy. “Green.”
“Good.” He brushed his thumb across her bottom lip. In his peripherals, Roy and Keeley sat perched on the edges of their chairs, watching. Well, that was what this was all about. “You gonna be a good girl and give our guests a show?”
Immediately, her pupils dilated, swelling black for a moment as she took a shaky breath and nodded.
“What’s that? I can’t hear you.” He pressed his thumb deeper into her mouth, cock jumping as she sucked the pad of his thumb, and then he spread the wetness across her lip.
“Yes…” She hesitated, clearly not sure about calling him “Sir” in this moment, and that was fine. Her submission was intimate enough. The honorifics were only for show. He nodded to show her it was fine.
“I know.” He smiled, then turned his attention to their guests. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she? She gets even more beautiful as we go. You’ll see.”
Rebecca’s breath caught, a very good sign. Ted stroked down her body, over the lace across her breasts, down her ribs, then back up again. “I love this outfit. Just bought it a few weeks ago. Been waiting for the right time.”
“Well it’s the bloody right time now,” Keeley said, and Rebecca grinned. Immediately, Keeley put a hand to her mouth. “Can I talk?”
“You can talk. Say whatever you’d like.” Ted brushed his thumb over Rebecca’s nipple, a hard point beneath the lace. “I think we need a little more access.” He moved the lace fabric to the sides, sliding it out of the way, freeing each breast in turn. They were now framed by the lace straps like the most erotic suspenders he’d ever seen.
Rebecca’s breath grew ragged, and Keeley let out a low moan. “Those tits, Rebecca, my god. You’ve gotta register those as lethal weapons. I’m about to pass out.”
“Don’t you dare,” Roy growled, and Rebecca put a hand over her face and covered her eyes, laughing.
Ted gripped her wrist and pulled her hand away. “No hiding, all right? Or I’ll have to tie you to the bed.”
Rebecca’s hips twitched in reflex, and he didn’t miss the way her cheeks flamed and her eyes darted to his, guilty. He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, is that what you want?”
“It’s what I want,” Keeley offered from behind him. “Roy?”
“Shit, does she like that?”
Ted smiled, eyes only on Rebecca. She gave him the faintest of nods, and that was all it took for him to slide off the bed to grab his duffel. He had thought about different possibilities for tonight, including rope, and he was nothing if not prepared. If vulnerability was part of this kink for her, and he knew it was, he could play with that. He deftly wove rope around her left wrist in a single column tie, then tugged it off to one side of the bed, stretching out her arm and tying it off to one of the anchors he'd set in the wall beneath her headboard. He had to get up to do the second arm, and his guests--and Rebecca--all watched in rapt focus as he bound her other wrist to stretch her arms wide on the bed. “There we go.” He got up and resumed his spot on her other side. “Not going anywhere now.” Keeley and Roy murmured something quiet to each other behind him, but he didn’t turn around.
Ted returned to Rebecca’s breasts, which rose and fell with her breath. He lightly circled her nipples, right outside the dusky pink edges, fingers skimming her skin just enough to tease. Then he brushed his thumbs over the hard peaks. She arched up into his hands, her shyness gone, seeking more stimulation. When he began to roll them between his fingers, pinching steadily, she moaned.
“She likes it rough,” he told their guests. “This gets her dripping wet. You can see how flushed she's getting, and we've barely started.”
“Beautiful,” Roy said, quietly, and Rebecca bit her lip. She looked up at Ted with the sweetest, most trusting expression, completely open to him.
He pinched harder, hard enough to make her yelp, her back lifting off the bed as she arched into his hands. “Fuck,” Rebecca moaned, and Keeley said the same.
Ted pinched harder, his cock hardening at the way she twisted beneath him and squeezed her eyes shut. He released her to let her breathe, and she blinked up at him again. “Too much?”
She shook her head. “More.”
Ted’s cock twitched at that. He continued, pinching and rolling and tweaking her sensitive nubs until she was making soft, desperate noises. Then he leaned over her to soothe the ache with his lips and tongue, sucking softly until she was writhing once more. He bit down, gentle and then harder, holding her in place with his hands on her hips as he teased and tortured her swollen nipples. Finally, he lifted his head.
“When she gets real turned on, pain and pleasure all run together. Ain’t that right, honey bunch?”
She stared up at him and made a sort-of nod, not quite a response, her breathing shallow and eyes glazed. “Sweetheart.” He waited for her gaze to return to his, and then he gave her a wink. She blinked once in surprise, then smiled. With that smile, he was able to focus once more on Roy and Keeley.
“All right, now let’s get into this, shall we?”
* * *
“All right, now let’s get into this, shall we?”
Rebecca might just vibrate out of her skin. She hadn’t expected Ted to really tie her to the bed in front of Roy and Keeley. She hadn’t known what she’d been expecting: maybe that he wouldn’t follow through, or that tonight would be more like the pub, but she should have known from the lingerie that he’d meant business. And the collar. Really, the hints were all there. And now, her body throbbed with the desire for more, heart racing with the expectations of pain and pleasure. She couldn’t get away. All she could do was feel.
Ted rubbed his hands together, his attention on their guests sitting beside the bed. Oh god, right beside the bed, so close that if she dared to look over, she would be staring directly into their eyes. She hadn’t been able to look at them. The embarrassment was too keen, mingled up in her own arousal so she couldn’t separate the two emotions.
“Now, she’s already warmed up, but there’s so much more to see. Watch closely. She’s an absolutely gorgeous case study in arousal’s effects on the body.” Ted scooted down the bed and--fuck--spread her legs, opened her up so he could sit between them. Rebecca heard the inhaled breaths just to her left. “Move closer, if y’all like,” he offered, and shit, they actually did. The chairs scraped across the floor, Roy and Keeley suddenly looming larger in her peripheral vision. She almost opened her mouth to say it was too much but then Ted’s fingers slid through her cleft and her mind went silent with bliss. Oh god, oh god, he was rubbing her clit right here in front of everyone, fingers expertly stroking with the deft precision he’d learned over these many months.
Keeley blew out a low whistle. “Yeah, that’s good, innit?” she murmured, low and sultry, her voice hitting a tone Rebecca had never heard before. She glanced over in surprise before she thought to stop herself, and Keeley was looking right in her eyes. Keeley smiled, playful and wicked, and heat flooded Rebecca’s whole body before she managed to tear her gaze away. It was too much for that moment, but Keeley’s soft, knowing chuckle slid hot down her spine. “So gorgeous, Rebecca,” Keeleys said. “I love watching you start to lose control.”
“Oh my god.” Rebecca pressed her eyes closed. Keeley’s voice turned her on as much as Ted’s fingers working slow circles against her clit.
“What do you think?” Keeley asked, and Roy answered.
“Stunning.” Roy’s voice was not nearly as controlled, and Rebecca looked at him without thinking. (She was never going to learn.) Roy was watching her face as well, his jaw slack. Rebecca had never had people looking at her like that, not all at once, and it was so much that she suddenly clenched hard around nothing at all.
Ted chuckled. “She likes that.” Rebecca closed her eyes, heat rushing into her face, as if that should make her blush anew. “I know what else she likes,” he added, and slid two fingers deep inside her.
She gasped, eyes flying open again, her hips twitching as she looked down her body to Ted. He was watching her, that devilish smile on his face, before refocusing on Roy and Keeley even as he kept working her with his fingers. “She blushes real sweet, doesn’t she? I love that blush. Tells me she’s getting there. And she twitches, too. It’s really somethin’.”
Rebecca lost the train of his speech for a minute when he started rubbing her clit again. Between the sensations, her mind was struggling to catch onto anything other than the climax building low inside her. Of course he wasn’t going to let her come. She knew, but that didn’t stop her from hoping, the tendrils of pleasure curling up inside her, making her rock her hips against his hand. The lingerie shifted with her movement, clinging lace hiding nothing and instead drawing attention to all the places she was exposed.
“There we go,” Ted crooned, pulling her back to the moment. She blinked her eyes open again--she kept closing them without realizing it--and found him looking directly between her legs at the motions of his hands. It was so intimate, so exposed, and she tugged on her bonds in reflex as a moan slipped out. “You can tell how close she is, can’t you?” he asked.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Roy said, and his voice still had that rough edge.
“Look at her blush. God, Rebecca, those beautiful breasts.” Keeley leaned forward, and even though Rebecca wasn’t looking at her, couldn’t look at her again, Keeley’s presence in her periphery came closer. “You gonna let her come?”
“Nah. Not yet. She doesn’t have permission.” He worked his hands faster, bringing her closer even as he said he wasn’t going to let her come, and Rebecca tried not to tighten around his fingers, tried not to let herself go out of control. The desire spooled ever-higher, threatening to tip her over. He was going to make her be the one to stop it. This was a test, that fucker, and she clenched again in reflex, almost spilling past the edge.
“Wait,” Rebecca said at last, her voice cracking, and Ted pulled his hands away. She sagged to the bed, still hovering at that edge that finally began to slip away.
“She always needs permission, then?” Keeley asked.
“In moments like this, she does.” Ted idly brushed his fingers across her clit, making her twitch.
Keeley gave a thoughtful hum. “She’s jumpy.”
“The edging does that to her.” Ted alternated between paying light attention to her clit and then pulling away, each time giving her a bit of a rush of pleasure before letting it fade. “Now that she’s warmed up, I’ll be happy to demonstrate whatever you folks would like to see.”
Rebecca let out a whimper, completely involuntary, that familiar shame/arousal combination wrapping around her mind. This was her fantasy coming to life, more intense than she’d imagined, and her entire body felt electrified.
“Fuck,” Roy said again, and maybe that’s all he could manage. It certainly felt like all Rebecca could manage, her words fading, her attention gravitating to the physical demands of her arousal.
“Rebecca,” Keeley said, “look at me.”
Rebecca’s gaze flew to Keeley’s as though magnetized, the command in Keeley’s voice impossible to resist. Keeley seemed to know this and smiled a sweetly wicked smile. Oh god. Keeley seemed to look right into her, like she could have no secrets. “There we go,” Keeley crooned. “You’re gorgeous. Is this all right, me talking to you like this?”
Rebecca nodded, the connection between them like a live wire.
Keeley licked her lips, a sudden flick of her pink tongue, a momentary gesture of uncertainty. Keeley didn’t want to go too far, and that softened the contact, made Rebecca ready to say yes to whatever Keeley wanted. She was the one being taken apart, but everyone here was vulnerable in their own way.
Keeley’s eyes took on a glint. “Can I pick out something for Ted to fuck you with?”
Rebecca bit her lip, another whimper slipping out involuntarily, making Keeley smile even wider. She nodded. “What’s that?” Keeley asked, bold again.
“Yes,” Rebecca managed, and oh, this was somehow the hottest and most humiliating thing she’d ever gotten herself involved in, and she hadn’t known it would feel incredible.
“Mmm. So good.” Keeley closed her eyes for a moment like she was just as affected as Rebecca, and then she looked to Ted. “You have some toys around here, I’m sure?”
“Top nightstand drawer.”
“Ooh, look at this.” Keeley pulled out the curved metal dildo Ted had bought, the one shaped like a broad letter C with a larger metal bulb on each end. “Fancy. I like it.” She turned to Roy. “How you doing, babe? This all right?” She slid her hand over the smooth curve of the toy.
Roy grunted and adjusted his position in the chair. “Fuckin’ great. Woulda worn different trousers, though. I’m dying, here.”
Keeley smiled. “Patience, love. You’ll get yours.” She gave the toy another stroke.
“Easy for you to say.” Roy shifted again, and Rebecca had a sudden mental image of him unbuttoning his trousers to stroke his cock, a delicious thought, like he wouldn’t be able to resist. His eyes roamed over her body, and watching him watch her had Rebecca blushing anew.
“Do it,” Rebecca said, unable to stop from speaking. “Go ahead.”
“Oh, look who’s giving orders, now,” Keeley said, her voice alight with pleasure. “Ted, does she always get cheeky like this?” She handed over the toy to him.
Ted took it from her. “Sometimes. It’s fun, ain’t it?” He wrapped his hand around the steel shaft. “Ooh, nelly. I forget how cold this gets.”
Rebecca barely had time to register his words before the first shock of icy metal stole her breath, her mind going blank with the dueling sensations of pleasure and discomfort. He pressed the cold shaft up inside her, the rounded end so much bigger than she remembered, stretching her open. She bucked, crying out, and he began rocking the toy against her most sensitive spots, lighting her up from the inside. “There we go,” he murmured. “Look how good you take that. Not goin’ anywhere, are you? Just gotta let me do whatever I want.”
“Fucking hell.” Roy’s voice broke, and Rebecca opened her eyes to see him fumbling with his buttons, finally reaching in and pulling out his cock. He wrapped his hand around his length, and she whimpered at the sight, even more erotic than she’d imagined. He groaned, clearly beyond self-consciousness, his gaze roaming back and forth between her face and the steel shaft vanishing inside her. Keeley squirmed as well, not looking away, and then her hand disappeared beneath her skirt.
Ted continued rocking the toy back and forth, and pleasure throbbed through her with each motion. “Sweetheart,” he said, and she looked down the length of her body at him. His dark eyes bore into hers. “Eyes on me, now. Watch me take you apart.”
He spread his palm over the lace stretched over her curls, holding her steady as his thumb dipped between her legs and found her clit. Lightning zinged up her nerves, pleasure blossoming outward from his touch, compounded by the steady movement of the steel toy. He brought her right to the edge and then backed away, slowing down for a few moments before speeding up again. Each time she thought she might get there, he eased up at the last minute, edging her repeatedly until she finally sobbed out in frustration.
“That’s right,” he crooned. “You wanna come, darlin’?”
“Yes, please,” she moaned, desperation melting her resistance.
Ted nodded to the side, his hands stilling and letting her climax fade away. “Look at your audience.”
Rebecca turned her head to the side. Roy was breathless, hand still stroking, and Keeley was half in his lap, one leg draped over his, her hand working busily beneath her skirt. Rebecca could scarcely believe any of this was real, her mind swimming with arousal. “What do you think?” Ted asked them. “Should I let her come?”
Keeley groaned, soft and needy. “Fuck, she’s so hot. I could watch her all night. Couldn’t you?”
Roy nodded, squeezing the base of his erection. “Yeah, but I’m tryin’ to hold off, here.”
“True.” Keeley bit her lip, and Rebecca watched, her skin tingling all over. “Make her ask again,” Keeley said at last.
“Oh fuck.” Rebecca’s control was slipping, and the act of begging was nearly her undoing. Even in her fantasies, she’d never been this desperate, never wanted it so badly. “Please? Please, may I come?”
“Such a good girl, asking so sweet,” Ted crooned. His fingers slid over her clit again, the toy once more finding its mark inside her, and this time, he didn’t stop. The pleasure built quickly, too quickly, like running downhill out of control. It was too much, it was too much, and she almost asked him to stop and give her a moment, but then he said, “Come,” and she was lost.
Her muscles clamped down, locking around the toy, and then dissolved into spasms as her back arched and she pulled at her bonds. She couldn’t get away, and they were watching her, and the reminders brought her deeper into the waves of tumbling pleasure. She knew she was crying out, shuddering, shattering, succumbing to inescapable bliss.
* * *
Ted slid the toy free, unable to resist a moment longer. Next to the bed, Keeley and Roy’s attention had shifted from Rebecca to each other, mouths locked together in an open-mouthed kiss. Ted’s cock throbbed in unmet desire. He untied Rebecca’s wrists with shaking fingers, loosening the ropes and letting them fall away as she pulled her arms free and turned to him. She had to see the look in his eyes; she would know how badly he wanted her. He slid his hand into her hair and dragged her mouth to his. She kissed him back, tangling her arms around him, pulling him close.
“Fuck me,” she moaned into his mouth. “Now. Please.”
He tugged at his clothes, no longer caring about their audience, just caring about being inside her. She tore off his shirt, then he helped her out of the lingerie, undoing the row of tiny buttons down her belly. He wanted to be skin-to-skin with her, nothing in the way.
Next to the bed, Roy turned his chair to the side and pulled Keeley onto his lap. He hiked up her skirt and she sank down onto him. She let out a loud, needy moan as he fucked into her, and Ted’s cock gave a hard twitch at the sight. Gosh, they were gorgeous. He needed to watch, needed to be inside Rebecca, needed all of it at once. Whatever self-consciousness he’d felt had burned away.
Ted slid behind Rebecca, nestling their bodies together on their sides. She understood immediately, lifting her top leg to drape back over his hip. He adjusted, lined up, and pushed forward, and fuck, her wet heat completely enfolded him. She was dripping wet, snug, gorgeous. He groaned, biting her shoulder, pleasure already unspooling at the base of his spine. Her cunt was perfect, still fluttering in aftershocks, stretched around him like they were made for each other. Ted’s desires warred with each other, the desire to cherish mixed up with the desire to take, and he remained still, gathering his bearings while his body screamed for him to move.
Rebecca grabbed his wrist from where it rested, trembling, on her hip. With her slender fingers wrapped around him, she brought his hand up to her neck, pressing his palm to the collar encircling her throat. “Please,” she said, voice soft and hoarse, and Ted’s cock twitched hard inside her at the sound. God, yes, she knew exactly what he needed. He wrapped his hand around her neck, not enough to choke, just enough to hold, and then he began thrusting into her. She was his, damn it, and it might be some kind of primitive instinct, but he needed to claim her.
In front of them, Keeley’s hips slid up and down, one arm draped over Roy’s shoulders, the other tangled in his short hair. He let her pull his head back, biting at his throat, and he groaned like he was coming undone. His hands slid over her back, her hips, her hair, restless, never settling, their breaths and groans loud in the room. Ted was already near the edge, his cock pulsing, each thrust sweet torture as he tried to hold back. He pulled Rebecca closer by his grip on her neck and felt her whimper. “Can you come again for me?” he asked into her ear.
“Yes.” She reached between her legs, shivering as she found her clit. Already, she was beginning to tighten, quivering in his arms as she sought another release.
“That’s it,” he groaned. He slid his hand down below her neck, spanning her collarbones, not wanting to hurt her as his climax threatened. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
Rebecca’s breath hitched, and then she gave a short, startled cry as she came, her muscles squeezing around him impossibly tight, and Ted followed her over. He buried himself inside her, letting out a strangled groan into her hair, and came in deep, shuddering pulses inside her. She trembled, wracked with spasms, and then sagged boneless in his arms.
Ted came back to himself in time to see Keeley throw her head back, mouth open in a silent cry, her curls tumbling loose around her shoulders. Roy stared up at her in rapture, eyes temporarily wide before they slammed shut and his hips jerked with his own release. Finally, they relaxed, going limp together.
They were still both mostly clothed, Roy’s shirt hiked up from Keeley’s hands, her blouse falling off one shoulder, several buttons unfastened. In a moment, they came to awareness, looking first to each other and then to where Rebecca and Ted lay spooned together, and Keeley’s face turned lightly pink.
“Well fuck me,” Keeley said, straightening her blouse. “That was something, right?”
“Fucking right.” Roy cleared his throat. “You, uh. You’re still on my cock.”
“Yeah.” Keeley blew a lock of hair out of her face. “Rebecca, mind if we use your bathroom?”
Rebecca laughed, relaxing back against Ted. “By all means.”
Roy stood with Keeley still balanced on his lap, her legs wrapped around him, and carried her into the ensuite.
Rebecca rolled onto her back and threw an arm over her head. “Holy shit. I can’t believe we just did that.” She stared up at the ceiling, a smile still lingering on her lips. “Should we be embarrassed?”
“I hope not.” Ted rolled onto his back as well. They were both sweaty and sticky and in need of a shower, but in the aftermath, all he could feel was pleasantly satisfied. He helped Rebecca remove her collar, and she sighed as it slipped from her neck.
“It’s nice to wear it,” she said, “but it’s also nice to take it off after.”
“Of course.” He set it aside, then brushed a kiss on the hollow of her throat. God, she was beautiful. He kissed up the column of her neck, up her jaw, and finally claimed her lips. Once he started kissing her, he couldn’t stop. Had he kissed her at all tonight? He’d been so caught up in enacting her fantasies, but now he just wanted to hold her in his arms and kiss her endlessly. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer to return his affection. After the urgency of the evening, their kisses were softer, languid, a sweet connection rather than a demand. He pulled back to brush his nose against hers, making her smile.
“There’s another bathroom down the hall,” Rebecca said. “If you don’t want to wait.”
So they ended up in the guest shower, standing together under the hot water, taking their time to wash off all the effects of the evening. They should probably talk about this, together and then with Roy and Keeley, but it was hard to think past the immediate physical pleasures of a hot shower and time in each other’s arms. Ted couldn’t help the niggle of uncertainty in his mind, though. They’d been ready for this, but now that it was over, would she have any regrets? She’d let herself be completely vulnerable. Had it been worth it?
“Hey.” Rebecca’s warm palm against his cheek brought him back to the present. She turned his head to face hers, the water sluicing down her skin like she was some kind of ocean goddess. She looked him in the eyes with a smile. “Get out of your head, Coach Lasso.”
Ted grinned and ducked his head, sheepish. “You can tell I’m overthinkin’, can’t ya?”
“Always.” She leaned in to drop a gentle kiss on his lips. “Are you all right?”
“Me?” He laughed. “I’m fine and dandy. Gonna relive this in my head pretty much forever. It’s you I’m worried about.”
It was her turn to laugh. “Don’t worry about me. This was excellent. You brought my fantasy to life, Ted.” She brushed her thumb over his lips. “And you helped me feel safe when you did it.”
“Roy and Keeley seemed to have a good enough time.” Ted cleared his throat. “Keeley surprised me a little, gotta say.”
“Mmm, it makes sense, though, doesn’t it?”
“Probably.” Ted had seen signs. It also illuminated a few elements of her and Roy’s dynamic. “You were spectacular in there, you know.”
“What?” Rebecca raised an eyebrow. “Me? All I did was lie there. You did all the work.”
He nuzzled in for another kiss again. “But you had to let me.”
Rebecca brushed his hair back from his forehead. “Think it’ll be weird after this?”
“Mhm. Definitely.” Ted sighed. “But I think we’ll make it.”
* * *
Roy and Keeley were already back in the living room when Ted and Rebecca came downstairs. Rebecca wasn’t sure how the aftermath would be, but she was ready to face it, whatever it was. They were friends. They’d discussed things beforehand. Everyone had gotten off. Surely this would be all right.
Keeley rested against Roy’s side on the couch, and they both looked up when Ted and Rebecca came in. They’d both swapped into joggers, probably what they’d brought in that bag of Keeley’s.
“It’s about time,” Keeley announced. “You two having another shag in the shower in there? Points for that refractory period, Ted.”
Rebecca laughed and sank onto an armchair. “We like a long shower after. Or a bath, but someone was hogging the ensuite.”
“Course we were,” Roy added. “That bathroom’s fucking fabulous. You’re lucky we’re not still in there testing that tub.”
They both seemed relaxed, which made Rebecca relax. Ted smiled and took the other armchair. “Do y’all want to debrief, or something?”
“Did that upstairs,” Roy said. “But I brought another pair.”
Keeley smacked his arm. “You know what he means.”
“What, you want to talk about feelings or summat?” Roy rolled his eyes. “It’s not gonna get weird, is it?”
“We can talk if you want to talk.” Keeley sat up, hands primly in her lap. “I, for one, have a broader emotional range than a biscuit tin.”
“Oy.” Roy sighed. “Fine, whatever.”
Rebecca went to say something, but the words stuck, her cheeks going warm. “I just wanted to… thank you, I guess. For being interested in all this. And for not making me feel bad.” The last part came out in a rush.
Roy’s gaze softened. “Feel bad? Fuck no. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You don’t feel bad, do you?”
She didn’t, but she could imagine a situation where she did, or might, so his words were comforting. “Not yet. But it can happen.”
“Hey.” He leaned forward. “You trusted us. That means a whole lot. Don’t think we don’t know how lucky we are.”
Rebecca smiled, warmth spreading through her chest. “Thanks, Roy.”
“We should be thanking you,” Keeley added. “We’re gonna be able to fuck to thoughts of that for years. A lifetime, maybe.”
Roy nodded. “You’ve ruined me for watching couples having sex in the woods. Nothing will compare to that.”
“High praise.” Ted smoothed his mustache. “There’s, uh. That guest room if y’all want to stay over. Right, Rebecca?”
“Of course.”
“Nah, that’s okay.” Keeley checked the clock. “I want to get Roy back to my place so I can tie him to the bed and fuck his brains out again.”
“Keeley, what the fuck?” Roy turned scarlet, blushing all the way up to the tips of his ears.
Rebecca grinned. “Well, Roy Kent, seems we have a few things in common.”
Roy rubbed the back of his neck. “Not that she needs to go blabbin’ it everywhere. That shit’s personal.” He paused, seeming to consider what he’d just said. “Well, okay, I guess it’s fair.”
They said their goodbyes at the door. Roy gave Rebecca a hug and a kiss on the cheek, surprisingly sweet, and lifted his chin in goodbye to Ted with as much affection as it was possible to put in the gesture. Keeley gave hugs to Ted and Rebecca, holding her friend longer in that hug than Rebecca had expected. “You’re a goddess,” she whispered to Rebecca before a final squeeze. “And don’t forget it.”
When they were gone, Rebecca leaned against the door, sighing, and looked up at Ted. Sweet, wonderful Ted, who was staring at her like she was the only woman in the universe. “What?”
He smiled. “Just rememberin’ tonight. Replaying some of the highlights. Greatest hits, that sort of thing. Committin’ the best to memory.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re incorrigible.”
“I’ve been accused of such.” He pulled her against him and brushed his lips over hers. The kiss was sweet, without the desperate urgency of earlier, and Rebecca marveled that this man could be so many things all at once. Multitudes, indeed.
“Come on.” She took him by the hand. “How do you feel about midnight pancakes?”
“You read my mind.”
He let her lead him forward, away from the hallway, into the kitchen and into whatever adventures lay ahead of them.
